I Look Away At Car Crashes, And

Everybody Enjoys Arguing About The Current State Of Music Because It Feels As If You Are Talking About Something Incredibly Important, Yet It Requires Little Understanding Of The Subject Matter At Hand. It's Like World Politics Meets The Pink Questions In Trivial Pursuit. Points Are Made But Nothing Gets Accomplished.

We're Supposed To Lose Our Friends To Time, At An Age When We're Ready To Agree To The Terms Of Having Lived A Long Life. Not Now.

I Am Not In 'us Weekly.' I'd Have To Be Going Out With Someone Who Is In There To Be In There Myself.

Waiting On The World To Change.

You Get To A Certain Age Where You Prepare Yourself For Happiness. Sometimes You Never Remember To Actually Get Happy.